I follow three "No-No" rules about eating:
I Don't Eat Brussels Sprouts
I Don't Eat The Pussy Of A Friend's Girlfriend
I Don't Eat Other People's Food
The first rule is super easy to abide by since Brussels Sprouts taste like the grass stuck in Calvin Johnson's football cleats from playing on a muddy field that have been blended together with his sweaty socks after a tightly contested game that went into overtime.